AN: hey every one, thank you so much for the reviews

To Devin: he revealed it to Aunt may and Emily, because Emily had already seen him shoot the webs, and she needs to know for the story to work. Aunt may knows because Peter is apart of the Avengers in my story, and she would find out either way. Every thing will be explained (hopefully) in this chapter.

To Choco: oh, you may be right. My uncle said it was a maybe, but it could also be wishful thinking. Thanks so much for the reviews, I'm so glad you like this.

We all eventually realized that the storm was from me. But that was the least of everyone else's worries. Aunt May and myself were both glaring at Peter. "So you gave us the short answer, but what really happened? We're you ever going to tell me! Or Aunt May?" I ranted. "NO! I wasn't." my jaw dropped. "Why the hell not?!" "Because the last two people who found out ended up dead !" Aunt May sat down with a little, 'Oh', and Peter nodded. "I lost both Gwen and Captain Stacy because I am spiderman, I can't lose you two as well." I shook my head. "Well I'm sorry Peter but you've already lost me." I blanched. What the hell was I saying? I shook my head, unable to say sorry. "I can't..." I choked out. The back of my neck was burning. I reached back and screamed. It felt like I was on fire. Bruce lied me down on the couch. "JARVIS, do a quick scan." "Yes sir." I felt a shudder go through my body. Then they all gasped. "Is that a microchip?" I heard Peter ask."Yes." came Tonys reply.

"What did you expect, we couldn't just lose her." came the voice of the person who I was running from. All of a sudden I stopped hurting. "See, I connected her to me, whenever she's away from me for more than a day, she is in pain. Oh and the chip allows us to control what she says. Did you really think the three day thing was us being generous? No, we will give her the choice." he stopped running his hands through my hair, and walked away. My body flared, and I screamed, thrashing. "HARRY!" Peter yelled. "Oh fine." Harry said. He sat down next to me and it stopped. "Take it out." I rasped out. Harry shook his head. "TAKE IT OUT! Its killing me." I shouted. "Please." I whispered. He rolled his eyes and flipped me over, pulling my hair above my head. "Hold her down, if she thrashes I could kill her." Peter walked over and pinned my arms and legs to the couch. Harry pulled out a pocket knife, and ran it down the back of my neck. I screamed and tried to get away from Peter. I felt a digging in my neck then a pull, and I screamed bloody murder. Then all the pain stopped. I sat up, and slapped Harry across the face. "This is your fault." I hissed. "Your coming with me." he replied. "Only to protect the city." I said. I had to drown out the protests. I turned to Peter. "The journal, look in the-" I was cut off when Harry grabbed me and jumped out the window.

Peters POV:

I watched my ex-best friend and the girl I had fallen in love with fall out the window. I ran over, and saw Harry holding her on his hover board. I was about to follow, when a hand grabbed my arm. "Just let her go, she'll come back, Harry will drive her away again." I turned and saw Bruce. I nodded, then walked to her room. She had mentioned a journal. So I was going to find it. I opened her door and saw a black leather book on her bed. I walked over and picked it up. She had told me she wanted to look in it so I did.

August 1

It's been a day sense I escaped Oscorp. I'm staying at the avengers tower, but Harry will find me. He always does. I can't tell Peter though. He'll flip.

August 1, 10:16 pm

I had fun playing with Peter, I haven't played my music in a while. This calm isn't going to end.

August 2 3:14 am

It's been a while sense I've felt this low, the best thing to do is write, so I wrote poems.

1. We look before and after And pine for what is not:

Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught;

Our sweetest songs are those That tell of saddest thought.

while hiding sadness is easy, isn't it?

It isn't. Trust me.

I've been down that road more than once.

It's never easy. It never was.

3.I seem happy right?

No cuts on my wrists.

Only the smile on my lips

You hear me laugh, you see me smile

But did you take time to look into my eyes?

Did you see the emptiness, the darkness?

Did you check my hips.

Darling,if you only opened your eyes, you could see,

I was dying inside.

is the kind of sickness

That isn't excused at school

This is the kind of sickness

That no one ever notices

This is the kind of sickness

That goes unnoticed

Until it kills

don't sleep

Under your bed

They sleep

Inside your head

is more deadly

A gun or a thought

A gun gives you the opportunity

A thought pulls the trigger

did this happen

When did we stop wearing light up sneakers

When did going to bed early become a good thing

When did play dates become real dates When did dad stop becoming a superhero

When did we start using lables

When did weight stop determining the rides we went on,

And start defining who we are

When did we start looking in a mirror

And hated what we saw

And when did

Our scars

Become

Our purpose

August 2, 4:36 am

He's coming, I know he is.

Dear Peter, If your reading this, Harry's found me and I'm gone. The main thing to worry about, is stopping Harry. He wants to turn me and Gwen into mindless soldiers. That has to be stopped, with our powers we could rip apart the city. There is a good entrance into Oscorp through the sewers. Go to the power outlet, and shut down every thing. We will be in the penthouse suit in Harry's office. Hurry, there isn't much time.

Love,

Emily

I stared at the journal in shock, I had no idea that Emily was depressed. I ran out of her room and to the others. "Guys, I think Em is insane." I showed them her note to me. "All of this makes sense, except the Gwen part. She's dead." Steve looked at me, "Did you see her body in the casket?" he asked. I sat down in shock. I haden't. Oh my god, Gwen. I ran out the door, and this time, everyone followed me.

Normal POV:

When Harry and I got back to his office in Oscorp, he threw me into his desk. "You little bitch, how dare you contradict me. You are mine." he shouted, slapping me across the face. "God Harry, stop acting like everyone's against you for two minutes, and look around you. I know for a fact you wanted to be nothing like your father, but you've become exactly like him." I screamed back and he stumbled back in shock. I thought he had finally realized it, but he just lurched forward and slapped me harder than before. It struck me so hard, I fell to the ground in a daze. He started kicking me, and I was using all my energy to not scream. After a while I just stopped feeling the pain. "HARRY STOP! You're killing her." I heard a voice scream from the doorway. He stopped, and I gave a breath in relief. I rolled towards the door and smiled, even though I knew it had to be bloody. "Hey." I said. She walked over to me, and kneeled next to me, her blonde hair falling over her eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I'm fine, Gwen."

AN: Mwhahahahahahaha. I'm so evil. Cliffy. But ya Gwen's alive. But I hated the way the movie ended. NOTE: This will be a Peter/OC story. Not Peter/Gwen. Okay. Good you understand. I have a pairing planned for Gwen. She will not die in this story. Not at all, not even a little. I'm not good at killing off main characters. Someone will die. A special shout out to the person who guesses who correctly. Okay people's, I still need a beta, so if you want to be mine just PM me. As you have probably noticed, my tablet is obviously not good at spell check. And neither am I. The poems were written by my friend and I. The journal will have a big part in this story. Thanks again to all who have reviewed. You are all awesome, and your reviews help me write. So thank you everyone. -Felixlover